Lostinthemilkyway

Have you ever had one of those days where you're so angry with someone that you want to punch them in the mouth so hard all their teeth fall out, then stomp on said teeth and then stuff all the sharp little pieces into their eyes before finally shoving them out into a busy intersection where cars driven by women suffering from severe PMS hit them again and again and again until finally they're just a disgusting pile of muck? Yeah...it's one of those days. Some people would probably say I need therapy--just give me a gun. Life appears to be going down the tubes lately.  I need something to do.   I have a wedding to go to—without a

Sooo--what to say?  Ummm...well, I've gone back to drawing dragons again, very surprisingly.  (If you ask me to draw you anything it will take a hell of a long time because I'm just slow like that.) The last one I did turned out oddly well, which is good I guess, for my lowly status as an artist.  (Maybe I’ll get around to posting it) My birthday is coming up semi-soon (June 6) and my parents keep bothering me to make a decision about what I want to do--apparently for people 18 is a big deal... I don't know--I don't really feel like there's anything to celebrate--not like I've done anything great lately.  Maybe I'll just stay in bed an

So, for the past few days I haven't been able to think, eat, sleep or remember to breathe.  I wrote something weird--as you have probably noticed.  I think the lack of food and drink is finally starting to get to me. What do you think a postcard from hell would look like?  Do you think it would be one of those, 'Wish You Were Here' things or maybe, 'Having Fun Without You'.  If you were in hell, who would you send a postcard to?  I sent a postcard from Hell, GC once. I seem to have developed a fondness for Mortuary Science of late.  I might go into that as a profession.  Could you imagine that?  Me dealing with dead bodies---kinda sounds li